Phantom Patriot

They turned up on Defiant for all of Five minutes!

http://boards.cityofheroes.com/showthread.php?t=206004

Hero Name: Phantom Patriot
Hero Picture:

Super Group: No current affiliations (linked to E.E.L.S.)
Archetype: Defender
Badge Count: Some, not many!
Primary Power Set: Empathy
Secondary Power Set: Assault Rifle
Battle Cry: PP chooses not to announce his presence, instead sneaking around the back getting the job done without fuss or mess.
Character Description: PP arrived in Paragon not so long ago, though this is not where his story begins, or ends for that matter. PP can't remember how he started out, or where his ‘powers’ came from. His earliest recollect able memory is waking up on a beach in Normandy. Half buried, and what he feared mortally wounded. Feeling the cold wind on his face, he reached up towards his face and to his horror felt nothing. Having spent some hours struggling he freed himself from the sand and made his way towards the beach head. Looking up, no towers remained. There was hardly any sign of an invasion. “Am I dead?” he wondered. Looking down at his watch, it had stopped. He called out “Hellooo....” but was not answered.
He set out inland until he came upon a farm house. Knocking on the door he stood bewildered and lost. He was greeted by a scream as an elderly woman answered the door. Startled though he was, he was concerned that the ladies reaction had caused her to pass out. Helping her to a chair by the fire, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Distraught and afraid he stared into his own reflection, though now it represented a monster.
The year was 1952, the war had ended. How long had he been buried on that beach? How long had he been like this? The old lady awoke and asked what sin she had committed to be visited by such a demon. The Patriot looked to her, looking through his long dirty hair so as to find his face. “No sin could be committed to warrant my visitation my dear, not by you, for you are an innocent” He stalked across the room to the fireplace and sat, holding what remained of his face in his hands. After some silence the lady spoke, offering him food, clothing and shelter.
He spent only one evening in her company. Something was driving him on, spurring him. He could sense something calling him. He bid his Samaritan farewell, dressed in borrowed clothes and old army fatigues he left the house and walked long and far, encountering many types of evil and good over the next 50 or so years until arriving in Atlas Park some two weeks ago.

Hey Defiants!

Well, I have sadly come to the end of my Trial account. I have definately decided I love this game and I'm going to subscribe. Unfortunately that wont be for a few weeks due to financial poo bums!

So, see you all in a few weeks!

PP

I'd been on since the afternoon when it happened, I stayed on my main (even though I can't level him past 14 yet, he is my fave to play and I wanted some action) to wait for the next wave. It never came, I only saw around 5 minutes of 'Beings materialising'

In other words, either I was just plain 'lucky' and didn't see anymore or that was quite possibly the lamest invasion ever!

I say we build a ship and take it to 'em!

*Emerges from behind the fridge*

*Grabs a coffee from the bot*

*Fades back behind the lamp-stand*

"Ssssslurp...mmmm, good java!"

So last night I'm running around on a low level Defender I rolled up called SW177l-B0t with my pal in Atlas Park. We're RPing completely, no OOC chat at all.
He notices that the sky has gone a weird colour, I RP'd analysing atmospheric temperatures/fluxations, advise it's an unknown anomoly and we go about our business trekking to our next contact.

About a minute later, we hear a 'sherwossshfizzzlepop' and three dirty great big aliens materialise all around us. Now, Swizz is a full on support Defender, only base 2 attacks, (melee and mutagen) whilst my pal is playing a scrapper. So he gets stuck in, and gets killed after what seems like a blink of an eye.
I take one moment to think "Run!" And I do! I turn a corner, four more appear around me! "F****" Looking up in the sky, I see this......



OK then, looks like it's on! I decide to re-log as my forum namesake so I can get stuck in. Three minutes later, and the invasion is over, and I'm left standing on the sidewalk with my AR laying limply in my hand, primed for action that was over before it started!

Come on, what kind of part-time martians are these?

Come back soon now y'all hear?

/e sits oiling his M4A1 in preparation

Hi there

I am fairly new to CoH (not MMO's) and happily plugging my way through missions/Arcs etc.. Just wondering why I never see that many people on here and if there are any Hardcore RP groups?

PP

A Fair point! thinking about it, I don't keep it open either?

*Facepalms*

*Distracted from the pain by a gel-pack-thingy landing on his head*

Oh...what the...?

*Looks up puzzled and places it on his ankle*

Oh dear, looks like a storms a-brewing!



*Limps to his Mk2 Ford Cortina*

*Switches on the radio>"...want to be a Fisherman, calling John the Fisherman..."*

*Wheelspins off down the street*

*Takes his empty plate back to the counter*

That was lovely!

*Has cheese on his skull like chin*

Right! To work!

*Picks up his M4A1 with M30 attachment*

Lock 'n load boys and grils!

*Vaults over the balcony, dissappearing to the sidewalk, many storeys below*

Argh! GODOMMOT! I twisted my ankle!

*Writhes very un-cool-like on the sidewalk*

*flicks cigarette end over the balcony*

*Vaults the sofa, landing at the kitchen counter*

*Grins*

They smell yummy!

*Takes his muffin to the sofa and chows down*

Mmm...fis if gud muffin man!

*nom nom nom*

*Finds his Nightstick down the back of the sofa*

Aha! *twizzles it impressively and slinks it into his belt*

*Walks out on the balcony to have a pre-muffin cigarette*

Muffin? Yes! Coffee! Yes yes yes!

*gets up, pulls on his belt*

Anyone seen my Nightstick?

*looks around puzzled*

*expectantly waiting for the promise of muffin to be fulfilled*

*stirs from slumber on the sofa*

(mumbling) Keep it down..oh my head!

*smells coffee brewing*

Wake me when the java is ready!

*rolls over and falls back to sleep*

Whilst in game, click on 'manage' on your Enhancement tool bar!

/e pulls pants up

GODOMMOT!

LOL it's still called plastic surgery? Even IRL peoples faces aren't plastic, at least, not until their fiftieth Op. or so I am told!